[syrenki]

there is something within me that i would like removed

[punch-needle]

Art at the thrift store… no name

[petaltexturedskies]

He thought her beautiful, believed her impeccably wise; dreamed of her, wrote poems to her, which, ignoring the subject, she corrected in red ink.

Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway

[worldscoolest]

[petaltexturedskies]

For the lily-of-the-valley month of May I would give legions of stars, splendor and glory

Anna Akhmatova, Complete Poems

[verdijeva-opera]

Lake Ohrid, North Macedonia

[cheshmenoor]

[heavensghost]

Very clever people can hear dreams

[petaltexturedskies]

I always think of you peculiarly in May,

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Frances and Louise Norcross wr. c. May 1870

[wildchildskyhigh]

[lifeinpoetry]

“I was carving my name into your side and you were calling me soft, calling me gentle. I do not think you were paying attention.”

— Trista Mateer, from “For the One Who Loved My Hands More than Anything Else,” The Dogs I Have Kissed

[polish-lolita]

[saintpng]

[petaltexturedskies]

A serene sky and verdant fields filled me with ecstasy. The present season was indeed divine; the flowers of spring bloomed in the hedges, while those of summer were already in bud.

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

[simena]

Coby Whitmore - Girl by a Lagoon

[brooklynreads]

“Today my winged horse is coming and I am carrying you off to the moon and on the moon we will eat rose petals.”

— Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

[santa-ana-winds]